I was so confused. Could Mr. Miller be right? Was I really just a nasty little slut who liked being raped? Was it even rape anymore? Id sucked his coc... willingly and played with myself for him. I lay there feeling confused and crying and had just convinced myself that it was rape, that I didnt enjoy it when I heard someone moving around inside the house. I knew Mr. Miller was back. As soon as I knew he was back I whimpered because my bald cunt started juicing up. Hed be coming into the room. My cock still throbbing from all of the illicit planning, I snuggled in tight behind Elisa and whispered, “Your pussy or your life!”“Mmmmmm,” she purred lazily, backing up her well-toned ass and shaking it firmly against my excited member. “My husband would never consent to have me defile myself with a common hoodlum such as yourself ... He’s much too caring ... and punctual ... when it comes to our sexual encounters. YOU, sir, are simply a tardy scoundrel who shall never know the feel of my. I worked another finger into her cervix and started spreading my finger's apart stretching her hole. I worked with her small opening for a bit and eventually got my whole hand inside her womb. I could feel her pussy muscles clenching down on my arm and her sex was dripping her sweet love juice. I moved down to my arm and licked up some of her sweet sex juice. I have always loved the way she taste's. Never bitter or musky just a sweet creamy taste like sweet milk. I now had my whole hand in her. One of the things we liked to do was to see who could swing the highest in that swing. Like I said, there wasn’t much else to do. One day Dave lay through the tire and ran as fast as he could until he began to swing upward. He held his hands out in front of him and said it was almost like he was flying. That’s when we decided that this was our super hero swing. We would run until the tire pulled us up off the ground and then we would fly like superman back and forth until the swing came.